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Sunday, 29 July 2012

Something nasty in the middle field

This village gets weirder by the minute.

Not content with scaring the granddaughter by letting her watch the witch scene from Snow White just before bedtime and then act surprised when she has a nightmare, Mr Grigg takes me on an afternoon stroll up to Bluebell Hill.

I gaze out over the gate at the lush views beyond.

I look out across the maize, which is shining in the sun.

And then I turn around again. I'm in the film Donnie Darko.

Don't ask.

The only consolation is that little grandchildren legs could never have climbed this far. I won't sleep for weeks.

Once upon a time, a long time ago, I was a child in a meadow with a woodland circle of beech trees around me. And there was clover growing i...

The World from My Window

Stories from Corfu and Dorset

'Other countries may offer you discoveries in manners or lore or landscape; Greece offers you something harder - the discovery of yourself.'

So said Lawrence Durrell in the book, Prospero's Cell. In October 2012, I exchanged my life in the Dorset village of Lush Places, in the heart of England's rural underbelly, for twelve months in a village in north Corfu which I call Agios Magikades.

But a year was not enough. And now, in fits and starts, I'm back, with a foot in both countries.

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